5 O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll,

Thou seest thy Saviour's face.

6 Redeem'd from earth and pain,
Ah! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus' presence reign
With our translated friend?

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At rest, and happy.

OW blest is our brother, bereft

HOW

Of all that could burden his mind!

How easy the soul that has left

This wearisome body behind! This earth is affected no more

With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again.

2 No anger, henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay: Extinct is the animal flame,

And passion is vanish'd away. This languishing head is at rest; Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet, immovable breast

Is heaved by affliction no more.

3 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Now seal'd in their mortal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep; The fountains can yield no supplies; These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wiped from these eyes, And evil they never shall see.

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Happy death of a sister in the Lord.

HOSANNA to Jesus on high!

Another has enter'd his rest:
Another has 'scaped to the sky,
And lodged in Immanuel's breast;
The soul of our sister is gone,

To heighten the triumph above;
Exalted to Jesus's throne,

And clasp'd in the arms of his love. 2 How happy the angels that fall Transported at Jesus's name;

The saints whom he soonest shall call,

To share in the feast of the Lamb! No longer imprison'd in clay,

Who next from the dungeon shall fly? Who first shall be summon'd away?— My merciful Lord-Is it I?

3 O Jesus, if this be thy will,

That suddenly I should depart, Thy counsel of mercy reveal,

And whisper thy call in my heart;

O give me a signal to know

If soon thou wouldst have me remove,

And leave the dull body below,

And fly to the regions above.

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1;

Triumphant death of a brother.
EEP not for a brother deceased;
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,
And freed from its bodily chain;
With songs let us follow his flight,

And mount with his spirit above,
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.

2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd,
Outflying the tempest and wind;
His rest he hath sooner obtain'd,
And left his companions behind,
Still toss'd on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,
And sorrow and sin are no more.

3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath;
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er sorrow and death:
The voyage of life's at an end;
The mortal affliction is past:
The age that in heaven they spend,
Forever and ever shall last.

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The dying Christian.

APPY soul, thy days are ending,
All thy mourning days below;

Go, the angel guards attending,-
To the sight of Jesus go.
Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.

2 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy great Redeemer's breast;
To his uttermost salvation,

To his everlasting rest.

For the joy he sets before thee,

Bear a momentary pain;

Die, to live a life of glory;

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

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The grave shall restore its trust.

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;

Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne -The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; Attend, O earth! his sov'reign word; Restore thy trust-a glorious formCall'd to ascend and meet the Lord.

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Absent from the body-present with the Lord
O! the pris'ner is released,
Lighten'd of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gather'd into God!
Lo! the pain of life is past,

All his warfare now is o'er :
Death and hell behind are cast;
Grief and suff'ring are no more.
2 Join we then, with one accord,
In the new and joyful song:
Absent from our loving Lord,

We shall not continue long;
We shall quit the house of clay,
We a better lot shall share,
We shall see the realms of day,
Meet our happy brother there.

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Day dawns on the night of the grave.

L. M.

SHALL man, O God of light and life,

Forever moulder in the grave?

Canst thou forget thy glorious work,
Thy promise, and thy power, to save?
2 In those dark, silent realms of night
Shall peace and hope no more arise?
No future morning light the tomb,

Nor day-star gild the darksome skies?
3 Cease-cease, ye vain, desponding fears:
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang,
Death, the last foe, was captive led,

And heaven with praise and wonder rang. 4 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors Unfold, to make his children way; They shall be clothed with endless life, And shine in everlasting day.

5 The trump shall sound-the dead shall wake; From the cold tomb the slumb'rers spring; Through heaven, with joy, their myriads rise, And hail their Saviour and their King.

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WHY

HY do we mourn for dying friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?

Nor should we wish the hours more slow,

To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb?

There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.